Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.